Monday, November 08, 2021

A poem …

 The Owl

Elusive you are, as if I've done wrong.

From madmen, there is a faraway din.

As deep in the forest comes your hooting song,

And then I feel naked, as though I have sinned.


When flying, you gesture to the wise old tree

That is the gateway to my mystical walk.

In a vision your face comes to me.

I want to befriend you, but to that you would balk. 


Later, as I am driving home, I see a shaft of sunlight

Connecting heaven and earth with a deity's nod.

I pray for the owl,perhaps he prays for me,

While my car sends up smoke signals to God.


Then the owl rends forth a heart-wrenching scream.

Right as rain. Here that? We're all right as rain.

— Jennifer Knox

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